As a child, I felt the quiet and the melancholia
on my mom’s face, she never hummed,
she never sang
but she put beans on the plate with tears
as I counted my toes, one times one
and I whispered…
“Mom, is there a God?”
and somewhere between the beans
tears and prayers the wind blew,
a psalm of love
as I counted my toes one times one,
hoping her words would come,
with, “Horton Hears a Who!”








Very cute lines. Son understands mom so more than any. Because he feels he could wipe off mom’s tears.
Jessy Jacob ❤️
Thank you, Jessy.